Just a Human 2/?
Title: Just a Human
Author: dubuluvshinee
Pairing: Onew/OC, Key/OC
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 968
Disclaimer: I own the plot, but nothing else. Sadness. Vamp!Onew, Vamp!SHINee, Werewolf!Teen Top, Vamp!TVXQ, Vamp!Jiho, Vamp!JYJ
Summary: She was just a human, clearly nothing special. She was just a human, a bag of blood, nothing...
He was sexy, handsome, fierce, deadly... But there was something about them... something pulling them together. Call it fate, if you will. A story of a hundred years, a couple that died for love, fated to love each other again in their next lives. Romance, true love, heartbreak, and death.
She stumbled back to her apartment, holding her hands tightly to her chest in hopes of slowing her heart rate. She felt weird. She had just "escaped" death, or rape, and wasn't sure how she really felt.
"Who was that guy?" She muttered to herself, stuffing her hands into her purse in search of her keys. Her phone lay broken at the bottom of the bag, the front screen crushed from the impact of hitting the ground when he attacked her.
"Minjeong?" Someone called out. She turned her head. It was the old woman in the apartment next to hers. She smiled sweetly at her. The old woman could barely walk, yet she lived on the 5th story of this old apartment complex, with no elevator to help her. Yet, she somehow made it down those stairs everyday to make her daily walk to the church. It was a nice place to sit and think in, the old lady had told her once. It was quiet and peaceful and the old lady felt at ease there.
Minjeong had only been to that church a few times her entire life. Her parents were usually so busy with work they didn't have time to go to church, but they made sure to take her every Christmas and every Easter. She had been in that church for her parents funeral, years before. That was the last time she had ever stepped foot in there.
"Yes, Granny?" She asked, turning to her completely. The old woman looked worried.
"You're back later than usual. Are you alright? You look... odd." She commented, cocking her withered eyebrows at Minjeong. Minjeong smiled nervously back at her.
"I'm alright. I took a longer walk than usual, that's all."
The old woman nodded, her lips pursed thoughtfully. "Alright. Come on over if you need anything, okay?"
"Yes, of course." Minjeong bowed, thanking her for the concern. The old lady shut the door behind her, and she let out a deep sigh, unlocking her apartment door.
When she entered, she noticed the light was already on in the living room. It was her aunt, probably. Back for a few hours before heading out to do whatever it was that she did. Minjeong didn't know. Her aunt had never cared for her, and even now, she acted like Minjeong was never there. Usually.
She could hear the shower running, her aunt humming softly to herself. Minjeong sighed. She needed to hurry out of this dress before her aunt could see her, or there would probably be a fight, and she wasn't in the mood for it.
"Minnie?" Her aunt called out, opening the bathroom door. "Can you grab me a clean towel? I forgot to bring one in."
Minjeong grimaced. It was just her luck at that exact moment her aunt just had to stick her head out the door. She had definitely seen her dress. Minjeong grabbed her a clean towel and handed it to her. Her aunt quickly wrapped it around herself and stepped out of the bathroom to look Minjeong up and down.
"Well, what's this?" She asked, her tongue clicking angrily in her mouth. "New dress, huh? Couldn't you have bought one just a little longer? And it's really tight, especially on your butt. Your butt looks a lot bigger than usual." Minjeong rolled her eyes. "It's a nice color, but it looks terrible on you."
"Yes, auntie." She mumbled, trying not to seem angry as she stomped her way into her cramped little bedroom. She struggled to open the closet door. She pulled her usual sweats out and ripped her dress off. It hadn't seemed that tight, Minjeong thought. It was baggy on her stomach and legs, and the skirt reached just above her knees. She dressed quickly, threw her hair up into a bun, and went into the bathroom to wash the make-up from her face and remove her circle lenses.
"I want you to get rid of that dress. It's horrific. Here, give it to me, I'll do it for you." She picked the dress up off Minjeong's bed and went into the kitchen, shoving it down into the trashcan. Minjeong felt like crying. She had liked that dress, quite a lot.
She looked up into the mirror at her face. Half of her skin was still covered in make-up and she grimaced. Her skin was disgusting; so ugly and white and covered with scars. She had had a troubled life at times, and the scars on her face proved that. The worst scar was the one that ran from the bottom of her chin all the way to the tip of her eyebrow. Evidence of abuse. She shook her head, not wanting to think of it. She couldn't. That man hadn't gotten away with it, and he was in jail now, and she was okay. She was completely fine.
Once she finished, she went out into the living room and sat down on the couch in front of the TV, not sure what to do now. She was in the mood to read a romance novel, one that would hopefully make her feel better and push her tears away.
"Well, I'm leaving. Don't forget to set your alarm for work tomorrow. Oh, and I left you some food in the fridge. See ya." Her aunt said, donning her coat and wiggling her fingers to Minjeong in a good-bye. She nodded, noticing that her aunt was taking out the garbage bag that contained her dress. Her aunt never took out the garbage, and she felt sick suddenly. At that moment she hated her aunt. Hated her life. Hated everything.
She just felt so alone.
With no friends to call, she laid down on her side on the old worn-out couch, and wept.
Author: dubuluvshinee
Pairing: Onew/OC, Key/OC
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 968
Disclaimer: I own the plot, but nothing else. Sadness. Vamp!Onew, Vamp!SHINee, Werewolf!Teen Top, Vamp!TVXQ, Vamp!Jiho, Vamp!JYJ
Summary: She was just a human, clearly nothing special. She was just a human, a bag of blood, nothing...
He was sexy, handsome, fierce, deadly... But there was something about them... something pulling them together. Call it fate, if you will. A story of a hundred years, a couple that died for love, fated to love each other again in their next lives. Romance, true love, heartbreak, and death.
She stumbled back to her apartment, holding her hands tightly to her chest in hopes of slowing her heart rate. She felt weird. She had just "escaped" death, or rape, and wasn't sure how she really felt.
"Who was that guy?" She muttered to herself, stuffing her hands into her purse in search of her keys. Her phone lay broken at the bottom of the bag, the front screen crushed from the impact of hitting the ground when he attacked her.
"Minjeong?" Someone called out. She turned her head. It was the old woman in the apartment next to hers. She smiled sweetly at her. The old woman could barely walk, yet she lived on the 5th story of this old apartment complex, with no elevator to help her. Yet, she somehow made it down those stairs everyday to make her daily walk to the church. It was a nice place to sit and think in, the old lady had told her once. It was quiet and peaceful and the old lady felt at ease there.
Minjeong had only been to that church a few times her entire life. Her parents were usually so busy with work they didn't have time to go to church, but they made sure to take her every Christmas and every Easter. She had been in that church for her parents funeral, years before. That was the last time she had ever stepped foot in there.
"Yes, Granny?" She asked, turning to her completely. The old woman looked worried.
"You're back later than usual. Are you alright? You look... odd." She commented, cocking her withered eyebrows at Minjeong. Minjeong smiled nervously back at her.
"I'm alright. I took a longer walk than usual, that's all."
The old woman nodded, her lips pursed thoughtfully. "Alright. Come on over if you need anything, okay?"
"Yes, of course." Minjeong bowed, thanking her for the concern. The old lady shut the door behind her, and she let out a deep sigh, unlocking her apartment door.
When she entered, she noticed the light was already on in the living room. It was her aunt, probably. Back for a few hours before heading out to do whatever it was that she did. Minjeong didn't know. Her aunt had never cared for her, and even now, she acted like Minjeong was never there. Usually.
She could hear the shower running, her aunt humming softly to herself. Minjeong sighed. She needed to hurry out of this dress before her aunt could see her, or there would probably be a fight, and she wasn't in the mood for it.
"Minnie?" Her aunt called out, opening the bathroom door. "Can you grab me a clean towel? I forgot to bring one in."
Minjeong grimaced. It was just her luck at that exact moment her aunt just had to stick her head out the door. She had definitely seen her dress. Minjeong grabbed her a clean towel and handed it to her. Her aunt quickly wrapped it around herself and stepped out of the bathroom to look Minjeong up and down.
"Well, what's this?" She asked, her tongue clicking angrily in her mouth. "New dress, huh? Couldn't you have bought one just a little longer? And it's really tight, especially on your butt. Your butt looks a lot bigger than usual." Minjeong rolled her eyes. "It's a nice color, but it looks terrible on you."
"Yes, auntie." She mumbled, trying not to seem angry as she stomped her way into her cramped little bedroom. She struggled to open the closet door. She pulled her usual sweats out and ripped her dress off. It hadn't seemed that tight, Minjeong thought. It was baggy on her stomach and legs, and the skirt reached just above her knees. She dressed quickly, threw her hair up into a bun, and went into the bathroom to wash the make-up from her face and remove her circle lenses.
"I want you to get rid of that dress. It's horrific. Here, give it to me, I'll do it for you." She picked the dress up off Minjeong's bed and went into the kitchen, shoving it down into the trashcan. Minjeong felt like crying. She had liked that dress, quite a lot.
She looked up into the mirror at her face. Half of her skin was still covered in make-up and she grimaced. Her skin was disgusting; so ugly and white and covered with scars. She had had a troubled life at times, and the scars on her face proved that. The worst scar was the one that ran from the bottom of her chin all the way to the tip of her eyebrow. Evidence of abuse. She shook her head, not wanting to think of it. She couldn't. That man hadn't gotten away with it, and he was in jail now, and she was okay. She was completely fine.
Once she finished, she went out into the living room and sat down on the couch in front of the TV, not sure what to do now. She was in the mood to read a romance novel, one that would hopefully make her feel better and push her tears away.
"Well, I'm leaving. Don't forget to set your alarm for work tomorrow. Oh, and I left you some food in the fridge. See ya." Her aunt said, donning her coat and wiggling her fingers to Minjeong in a good-bye. She nodded, noticing that her aunt was taking out the garbage bag that contained her dress. Her aunt never took out the garbage, and she felt sick suddenly. At that moment she hated her aunt. Hated her life. Hated everything.
She just felt so alone.
With no friends to call, she laid down on her side on the old worn-out couch, and wept.